When keeping your own counsel becomes silencing

There are no singular values to contain you.

Nostalgia for a time when we had elusive connections

There are too many cosmic hoops of fire

Accountability is a complex thing

Unless we learn to be more nuanced in how we perceive autism, we risk snatching away people's autonomy

No one is coming to save us

What is our responsibility to one another during these turbulent times?

In which A has a birthday, and I read a lot

Everything that our children are is worth saving